The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-03-20
Written for The SUNDAY HERALD.
A WASATCH IDYL.
BY ELLEN JAKEMAS.

BY ELLEN JAKEMAS.
Just where The mountains brow of snow
Rests DER the foothills, green below,
From meath slab of pale-gray stone,
In deep canyon, drear and lone,
Gushed out a spring with ripple sweet
And filed pool round the grey rocks feet
No white man s.foOt profaned the SGD,
The Indian called it ''Home OF Cod
And holy chiefs and grayh4ired men
Held in deep reverence the glen.
And thus it is; the legend goes,
1t oft had warned them OF their Toes,
The crystal water of the spring
Slept calmly in its emerald ring,
Except to warn them of their foes;
Then in deluge downward flows.
One there alone with mystic rite
Might look into the Futures night
Warriors who'd face the grizzly bear,
The agile pantherin his Lair,
Looking on horrors, blood and strife
as giving ksener Zest to life,
Viewed death with an Indifferent eye
With bated breath passedthe spot by.
The chief whose tribe dwelt near this spring
Had but one child, the WinSOme thing
Who sought the spring By pathway steep
To read her faith in the water deep.
She paused, half frightened. in the dell
Where golden sunlight DER her fell
Through whispering boughs OF fragrant
pines
Until the form seemed half divine,
OF this bronze goddess, though her face
Speaks the deep passions of her race;
Her garments scant are decked with beads,
he, girdle III dc OF plated reeds,
Her hair thrice dipped in midn ght dyes
Unbound upon the soft breeze flies;
Her slender loot in sandals shod
Scarce seemed to press the fiOwery SOC, ,
She crossed upon the stepping stones,
Knelt down and deemed herself alone
:, Ia
he croIching form among the rocks.
From distant tribe long, hsrd chase
Brought young warrior to the place.
he feet deer slain, he glanced around
To find himself on foemen's ground
Tue .besrclaws from his neck thai hung
Proclaimed him chief, though It'll so young
He looked upon this girls bright face,
MS daughter OF hated race
and knew one word from her IN ght be
For him the faggot, fire and tree.
He drew his bow and poisoned dart
And aimed the missile a. her heart
Bus ere the arrow left the string
The kneeling girl began to sing
1 soft low chant, a subtle spell
IL c0arln the spirit of the dell,
Sle flung TO the waters farthest part
Gift TO the gods, young fawn's heart.
He listened and his arrow found
A resting place upon the ground,
Love filed his heart with passion strong,
More pure, more deep and more divine
That ma ure alone poured out the wine
Though danger lurked on every side
He sought the spot with noiseless glide
And in the POOLS clear depths there shone
Another face besid her own,
A vision from the gods, she deemed,
So perfect every feature seemed.
He placed upon her hair OF night
His crown of eagle feathers bright,
His wampum belt down at her side
n
Addressed her in loves tend'r5 st tone
And told her OF his brideless home,
Threw round her form his rich fur cloak,
And yet she neither moved nor spoke.
Deeming her silence cold disdain
The young chief scorned TO sue again;
With saGdened heart, but naughty face
He turned 10 leave tue sacred place.
No spoken words her ears had known,
Love needs no words to claim its own,
With hasty steps she sought his side
Close clasped his arm, a willing bride,
= follow thee, she softly said,
Knelt, placed his hand upon her head
Anc, lifted. leaned upon his bI east,
They deemed, their gods their union blessed,
That spot in life is the most sweet
Where youth and love and duty meet.
With ardent warmth he clasped her hand,
He led her through the autumn land.
Past dnkling streams, hills, wales and meads,
Her willing steps he gently leads
Ger tunny slopes and wooded dell
Where deepest, coolest shadows fell,
Brought neT wild honey, pure and sweet
Heaped the brown pinenuts at her feet,
With skill the broad leaves folded up,
With luscious berries filed the cup
Checked his long strides to her small step
Her rude couch guarded VIII le she slept;
She in return gave perfect trust
Doubt burns loves rose 10 bitter dust.
Without sigh she crossed the plain
She meyer saw her home again.
Her father felt for aboding when
He found her footprints in the glen,
Saw on the rocks the deer, fresh slain
And summoned all his warrior train.
The beaIclaws and the Yampum belt
Still la just where his daughter knelt.
Twas such g gift as young brave
To his brides father often gave
He spoke with grief and still with pride;
The fountain spirit claims bride.
Dreaded before. they feared it then
And left to solitude the glen,
The silent rocks their secret kept,
The placid waters calmly slept.
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